CHAPTER 285 A WEIRD BOY

They were gloomy, quiet, and bloody.

As he glanced at the revenants, Darren felt the overwhelming urge to flee. He knew that he couldn't

withstand their strong power.

Soon, the filthy things discovered Darren and rushed toward him.

The revenants were mindless beings—they had no consciousness. They simply detected the smell of

blood and headed in that direction.

Darren's throat felt dry and raspy, and he stepped back subconsciously.

Whoosh!

Among them were a headless horseman, a scarlet heart, and a girl with half a head... They approached

Darren at an alarmingly fast speed.

Meanwhile, a grey aura shot toward Darren. He knew that this was the real aura of death.

Darren defended himself with everything he had, including the unknown wrecked armor.

'Eh? What's going on?'

Darren wondered. He had thought that he would die when the grey aura touched him. However, to his

surprise, it was blocked by the black runes from the unknown armor that he wore.

"Ha-ha! I was right. The black runes on my armor must be related to those runes flaring around the

statue in the hut! This armor can even resist the attack from the grey aura!" Darren said, pleased.

Aside from the grey aura, the revenants also stopped moving forward.

"Hiss." Darren felt relieved, but his legs were too weak to stand, and so, he collapsed on the ground.

However, it didn't mean that he was safe. Though the revenants did not dare to assault him, he couldn't

find a way to leave the domain.

What was more, the armor's function was very limited, for Darren could feel his life ebbing away, little

by little. If the situation continued like this, he would die in a month.

Of course, Darren wouldn't passively wait for that to happen. Therefore, after a short break, he stood

up and walked ahead, step by step.

The revenants in front of him were afraid of the glittering black runes on Darren's armor. So for each

step that he took forward, the revenants took several steps backward.

Since Darren was sure that they would not hurt him, he started to study the sorrowful revenants. Their

power was, indeed, very mighty.

What they wore was quite different from what people wore today. Their style of dressing was plain and

natural. And the armored headless horseman emitted an ancient air.

'Are they humans that died in ancient times?' Darren wondered.

He walked for a long time. Although the revenants stayed away from him, their numbers kept

increasing. As a result, Darren was surrounded.

As Darren considered how best to break through the domain, the revenants abruptly ran away. To his

surprise, their speed was even faster now than when they were chasing him.

'What happened?' Darren was curious and followed them.

After flying for a while, he was nauseated by the scene before his eyes.

A boy with short black hair was tied to a black iron pillar. He appeared normal except for his eyes,

which were horrible since they were all black. There wasn't even a spot of white anywhere. The

darkness reflecting in his eyes seemed to swallow everything in the world.

The revenants surrounded the iron pillar as if they were waiting for something. After a moment, it

seemed that something invisible around the boy disappeared. In a flash, hundreds of revenants

screeched and flew forward. They began to gnaw at the boy.

The boy was suffering—his mouth opened wide in a silent, agonized scream. His dark eyes bore into

Darren as if he were pleading to be saved. "Sir, help me..."

Before he knew it, the boy had been eaten up. The scarlet skeleton was the only evidence that the boy

had been there.

Some revenants didn't get their share of flesh, so they licked the boy's skeleton, unwilling to leave.

Darren's heart was pounding in his chest. What was the boy? Though he had blood and flesh, he didn't

look human.

...

Darren felt exhausted, but he had no clue how much time had gone by. There was nothing but

revenants in this dark space. He couldn't find a way out.

"I shouldn't fall asleep. I must survive!" Darren warned himself. Darren was aware that the slow loss of

life caused the drowsiness. He was almost on the edge of a breakdown. To prevent from sliding

backward, Darren unsheathed his sword and stuck it through his leg. The pain shooting through him

put him on edge.

"Ah! There is another boy over there!" Darren called out. With his spiritual sense, Darren detected that

another boy had been tied to a black iron pillar ahead. A shudder passed through Darren when he

discerned that a crowd of revenants was biding their time, waiting around the boy.

The same scene that Darren had seen earlier repeated itself.

After perceiving for a while, Darren was shocked to learn that this boy was the same one that he had

seen before!

'Hadn't he been eaten by the revenants? How did he return to life?' Darren was genuinely astonished.

To save his energy, Darren decided to stay put. Since he couldn't find the exit, all his efforts seemed to

be in vain.

He estimated that about a day had passed. With nothing else to do, he watched the skeleton on the

black iron pillar.

At this moment, something strange happened. A beam of green light shone on the boy's skeleton, and

blood and flesh began to grow.

Since it wasn't time for the revenants to eat, they didn't move.

"Sir, save me. I am in so much pain..." The boy stared at Darren with dark eyes. His mouth moved, but

no sound could be heard.

Darren felt sorry for him and the impulse to help the boy coursed through him.

He walked toward the boy slowly. Unlike the revenants, Darren wasn't blocked when he approached

the black iron pillar.

"Save me. I am scared. I am in agony." Still, the boy moved his lips, but no sound came. However, his

condition and his pleas were heart-wrenching.

Although he wanted to help, Darren was discouraged by the boy's dark eyes. A sense of foreboding

filled him.

'Since I can't leave, why should I be afraid of death?' Darren thought with a rueful smile. Now that he

was about to die, there was nothing left to fear.

Drawing on the last ounces of his strength, Darren took a mighty leap and flew toward the boy. Once

he was closer, he could see the black chains that were binding the boy.

When he touched the black chains, a cold air spread through Darren's body, which felt as though it had exclusive content.

come from the Darkest Abyss.

However, the cold feeling faded as the armor's runes glittered. Darren surmised that the armor had

absorbed the chilly air.

Next, he started to disengage the black chains that were restraining the boy. At this moment, the boy's

eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Upon discovering Darren's intention, the revenants turned mad and pounced on them. The power they

unleashed seemed to tear open heaven and earth.

Fortunately for Darren, the invisible barrier around the black iron pillar turned the revenants into either a

pool of blood or white fog. Even so, the remaining revenants still rushed into it without hesitation.

Simmering tension filled the dark world.